But the most remarkable encounter was that with Henrik in Kabul in February.
Henrik was one of my best mates in Geneva, long time ago, in 1998, when we were both young interns at our first working experience.
After Geneva, we met once in Milan - when he (a great Inter supporter) came to watch an Inter match in San Siro, the Inter’ stadium.
Then we took different paths, and - despite email, facebook, linkedin, etc. - we progressively lost track of each other.
Until when, a few months ago, I accidentally found a message from him in the Spam folder of an email account that I don’t use anymore. He was telling a long list of people that he had moved to Afghanistan. That was right before my last mission to Afghanistan in February.
And so, 16 years later, we found each other chit-chatting in front of a coffee as if time hadn’t passed at all; as if we just had had a coffee the evening before. Knowing that probably there won’t be many opportunities to meet again in the future, but with the feeling that if one day we ended up living in the same place, we would certainly be ‘best mates’ again.